Dorota: I just wish I could live your life.Blair: Seriously? With all this Chuck-drama? He treats me like his own property, he even traded me for a hotel!Dorota: Lucky you. Vanya traded me for a goat...

*misspelled.... Gossip Girl: Cinderela had a long evening gown, crystal heels, a pumpkin carriage and a fairy godmother. But nowadays...seems like all it takes to catch a prince is a credit card and minimal clothing. Being blessed with naturally shiny hair and having Serena van der Woodsen's wardrobe at hand, going from commoner to princess is just one revealing outfit away from B. And since she is making sure to follow the recently established protocol, my guess is that it won't even take 8 years to get the job done. * kind of bitchy, I know, but I just had to get it out of me...go Kate&Will :P

Gossip Girl: Cinderela had a long evening gown, crystal heels, a pumpkin carriage and a fairy godmother. But nowadays...seems like all it takes to catch a prince is a credit card and minimal clothing. Being blessed with naturally shiny hair and having Serena van der Woodsen's wardrobe at hand, going from commoner to princess is just one revealing outifit away from B. And since she is making sure to follow the recently established protocol, my guess is that it won't even take 8 years to get the job done. * kind of bitchy, I know, but I just had to get it out of me...go Kate&Will :P

Dorota: Oh dear God! Poor miss Serena mistaken one of the dinner napkins for her skirt! Blair: No, that IS Serena's skirt, Dorota!Dorota: And...what are we doing going through her stuff before your big date with the prince again, miss Blair?Blair [coming to her sense]:...uh...having post-Humphrey exposure delusion, of course!

Bella•May 03, 2011 20:09

Dorota: This tiny skirt probably cost more than my apartment. Hmph. Blair: You're wrong. It costs more than Chuck's Empire.

[to Jenny] That's the thing. You need to be cool to be queen. Anne Boleyn thought only with her heart and she got her head chopped off. So her daughter Elizabeth made a vow never to marry a man. She married a country. Forget boys. Keep your eye on the prize, Jenny Humphrey. You can't make people love you, but you can make them fear you. For what it's worth, you're my Queen. I choose you.